Yu Renxian collapsed to the ground in despair, wailing, "My wife, big brother, third brother, wuu wuu wuu—"
"Huaier has summoned an Immortal to save us, you left too soon, wuu wuu wuu!"
"Are you done crying? It's annoying. You're a ghost now, do you think you're still alive?" Fangtong impatiently picked at his ear.
"What nonsense are you talking about, my son? We're alive and well," Yu Renxian answered, looking up in confusion.
He looked at Yu Huai with some bewilderment, "Child, what about you? How come you've turned into this ghastly figure after just one trip? You look more like an Evil Ghost than evil ghosts themselves. If I weren't your own father, I wouldn't have recognized you."
"You dead old man, you still dare to take advantage of me? Believe it or not, I will carve you up!" Fangtong said as the ghostly mist took the form of a long hand, reaching for Yu Renxian.